Nightmare

No sound escapes. Stitches aligning the lips, does a well job in keeping the peace. Rapid stirring between closed eyes. The terror climaxes and spills over from the mind and into the soul. Ripping the mouth open to scream.

Naught be the effort taken to imbue with the darkness. Wanted to be comforted by nothingness. But nothing goes down harsher such as the bitter taste the betrayal of ones strength. Failing to open your eyes.

So with the organ of sight stapled shut, nose that smell too much fear, thin wiry dread skulking through the veins and pieces of skin under dirty fingernails. One must endure the images beyond closed eyes.

Praying the sun will rise soon

Moment of thought

The darkness patronize her
Hiding forbidden skin from carnal gaze
As if the night was going to stop her
From indulging in her favorite habit
No time for her conscience to weaken her resolve
At this moment lust controls her world

Whisperes of the Night

Love shines brightest in the dark
While the touch of a stranger is as burning as the sun
But intense sorrow consumes lovers of the moon when apart
Trapping lonely souls so tortured and young

Dreaming and living in constant heartache
Lets death becomes beautiful whispers of sweet promises during
Twilight nothing but the of passion only two lovers can make
Will keep burning love in the dark shining bright

Druggie

Smooth lies cut from her mouth, its like creamy extacy butter.
Severed tongue lay with poison still linger on the buds.
Weak minds always fall for the simplest of the seductive purr.
Dancing past the witches hour, beauty has the world once again.
Such is all illusions of life when high. She is a pro at this sick pill game.

Only once the drugs come does her world feel less like crying.
With vicodin running strong her body was melting into the bed.
Skin sticking to the mattress wishing she wasnt on her own.
Loving herself too much when drunk caused hatred when sober.
Only herself to blame, using such methods to banish her pain

A bad moment

How can something so right go so wrong?

She threw up her writings all over the kitchen floor. Love never dies but it can still kill you whispered the butcher knife. With a Throat sore and torn drips juices from the mouth tells no lies.

Screaming,
more screaming,
so much screaming
the nose can smell it.

Falling from the high branches of her mind, she collapsed a lung on the way down. Into the blackness of the bathtub's drain. Seeping from her pours on to the tiled floor

Painting of disgust written on her face the mirror reflect

Hate, more hate, so much hate. At who? She didn't know
She feel like dying
But all she can do is...
Wait, until she stops vomiting.

Moths

Innocent ears are fooled by sweet melodies
The smirking mouth tells all lies
Moths crowds her mind, their wings tickling the walls
They are lured in by the bright feathered birds and lustful light
Cramped fingers, lecherous hands, broken nails
Present changes the past tests and past fails
Four letters, four meanings, one song, one word
Family, friends, lust, and lover
The bird destroyer and the moth creator
Captivating and playful wings lead her astray
But it is the letters, meanings, song and word
That keeps her from getting eaten by the hungry bird

Out of my head

It was on that day, when I lost my mind. I heard your heart beating in this open chest of mine. Barely hanging on, feeling less needed, more alone. My red organ, now more coal and black, has long ago since died. Murdered, stabbed, raped, by betrayal, lust, and lies.

Kissing her neck and praying to holy God above that I don't bite too hard. Bleeding her love into my mouth would send us over to different worlds apart. Please love me said the dying plant to the moon. Sorry he said I only love myself and your too far away to hold. I am not your precious sun...

'And you will never be.